Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 08:40:18 -0500 (EST)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Spanking Joy 2

More spanking Joy with Thomas.

I am quite into the spanking scene now ever since Thomas initiated me. I
thought at first it was gruesome, but because I love Thomas I was willing to
concede to his kinky desires.
As a male I came out about a month before I met  Thomas so being intimate
with another guy was also a peak in my life. But I soon  realised when we
made love for the very first time my true sexual leaning, after  many disasters
with girls, having let them down badly at the crucial time when I  failed
to maintain an erection. The thought of having sex with a girl when I  knew I
would rather be having something put inside me was so confusing.
But  Thomas has gladly put all that to rights and we do  enjoyed a very
healthy  and simulating sex life together now that have moved in with him and
am  regularly awoken with the sizzling sensation of his warm mouth suckling
me.
It is so very lovely and divine and a special treat to open my eyes and
look down to see his head gently bobbing up and down as I feel the pull of his
 suction draw me in and then release.
When he pauses to see if I am awake he  smiles knowing he has given me so
much pleasure after I have a strong orgasm, no  fears about not reaching a
full erection now because I know Thomas is quite  happy just to suck me off
and enjoy all the other related pleasures a cock can  give, I do love the
things he does with mine and it is accepted that he is the  giver and I am the
taker.
Being the taker has been nice for me in many ways  and now, going tom sleep
without the feel of Thomas inside would be  catastrophic, and then to have
the added pleasure of him taking his regular oral  pleasure in t morning is
sublime.
But when he is in spanking mode I must be  ready to serve him. Primarily
that was difficult because it stung like wildfire  and I was concerned that my
butt would not adapt to the constant beating of  hand, paddle, horse whip
and cane and sometimes other implements like the sole  of his leather
sandals. It was all part of what Thomas aspired to on a  particular day and
accordingly I had to adapt, even though most times it stung  at first as always it
did, and I th0ought I would have to gingerly ask him to  stop. But I could
never ask him to do that when he was enjoying it so much. He  simply loved to
have me in tight jeans across his knee and sometimes the arm of  the settee
or the bed where he could indulge all his secret desire without  hesitation.
Yes it did hurt like hell and I yelped often, He'd pause awhile  and rub me
up with some coconut oil or whatever to soften my bum and ease the  pain
into certain numbness so I could enjoy the result of the spankings  withering
a numbness creep over my hind. And sometimes, when he wished to spank  and
oral me before a sublime fuck, he would garnish me with Advocaat, sometimes
brandy or cherry liqueur because he thought that brought out the flavour of
me,  especially when he had me dipping my cock into a glass of it when
afterwards, he  would frenzy me up with a deep throat suck. And that was just the
start f it.  What followed was a full exploration of my crack and blooms as
he called my ass  cheeks, his mouth and tongue doing overtime with the
pleasure he derived from my  fresh spanked, paddled, caned or whipped ass, which
I felt was hot and plum red  with a few ridges given off the lashes he
served on me.
He garnished me with  more Advocaat and it was lovely to feel it dripping
down between my crack and  over my fresh licked asshole which by then wanted
his so strong and firm  penetrating fuck inside. He really loved to go to
town on me and spent time  doing what he wanted to do, asking me to tie him
off so he could save the best  for later when he gave me that deep fuck.
One of the most pleasurable times I  enjoy with Thomas when, as he is doing
all those lovely things down below, I am  able to take time devouring the
taste and flavour of his cock crowing in my  mouth, looking so pretty with
the little red ribbon tied around at the girth,  making it turn blood red as I
take turns to lick and suck his p-hole and then  his sturdy length right
down to his balls and back again.
That is veer  special because after the foreplay, when he has me suitably
positioned for the  ultimate fuck I am able to taste the taste of cock in my
taste buds. My ass is  still stinging but his fuck takes me in no uncertain
terms and I know by then I  am completely his and willing to let him do
anything he wants with me.
After  the session he leads me into the bathroom and gives me a flourishing
lathering  with his coal tar soap but not before donning me in my very
tight, exceptionally  tight red jeans, when I feel like I am being split in half
at the crotch. He  likes to see me soaked in them under the shower when he
does all sorts of crazy  things which I have learned to discover is Thomas.
It is beautiful to behold,  Why not let him air his desires. I love and
adore it. If he finds pleasure in  peeing into my soaked jeans and having me do
the same with him that is fine. It  is not a thing which turns me on, I
think they call it indulging in the sexual  gratitude of golden rain. And yet,
strangely with Thomas it was fine, It is  really something to be reckoned
with; the magnetism of sex and just to see his  expressions and the endearing
throat noises coming from him was so wondrous and  special.
After the golden rain session he undid me again and enjoyed another  very
long helping of my cock, limp when he started but hard by the time he  wanted
to fuck me once again, this time over the bathroom sink, it was lovely  and
I came the same time as he did.
Afterwards he insisted in dressing me and  before he had to leave for work,
gave me a good sound slapping as his lips  moulded to mine.
Perfect!